The Heiress Who Came Back

The Heiress Who Came Back

Alma

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"Don't you dare mess this up, Gabrielle," my mother hissed, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. She' d arranged a "golden ticket" meeting with a wealthy heir, supposedly for my future. But a chilling warning about my best friend Molly, "Don't let Molly anywhere near this. She'll ruin it," echoed eerily. Suddenly, a flood of memories hit me: torn clothes, fake bruises, the heavy impact, the world going dark. I remembered my last life – my mother' s "warning" then, my loyal defense of Molly, and the brutal consequence: my own murder. Molly, my supposed best friend, was my mother' s secret daughter. They orchestrated my death, took everything my father left me, and my mother even married the man who killed me. I was confused, heartbroken, then consumed by a profound sense of betrayal and injustice. How could my own mother conspire in my death, with her lover and their secret child, stealing my entire inheritance? And why couldn't I see it then? But this time, I' m back. I' m in the car, moments before it all begins. And this time, I am not the victim. I am the hunter. The game has changed.

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"Don't you dare mess this up, Gabrielle," my mother hissed, her knuckles white on the steering wheel.

She' d arranged a "golden ticket" meeting with a wealthy heir, supposedly for my future. But a chilling warning about my best friend Molly, "Don't let Molly anywhere near this. She'll ruin it," echoed eerily.

Suddenly, a flood of memories hit me: torn clothes, fake bruises, the heavy impact, the world going dark.

I remembered my last life – my mother' s "warning" then, my loyal defense of Molly, and the brutal consequence: my own murder. Molly, my supposed best friend, was my mother' s secret daughter. They orchestrated my death, took everything my father left me, and my mother even married the man who killed me.

I was confused, heartbroken, then consumed by a profound sense of betrayal and injustice. How could my own mother conspire in my death, with her lover and their secret child, stealing my entire inheritance? And why couldn't I see it then?

But this time, I' m back. I' m in the car, moments before it all begins. And this time, I am not the victim. I am the hunter. The game has changed.

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